My Brother, My Mate
I frowned and said, "No! How could I like Osborne! I don’t like him at all. He is my brother. I will never love him."
The man who was above me suddenly stopped. His body stiffed and he looked at me angrily, saying, "Why? Why can't you fall in love with him? Didn't you call his name just now?"
I didn't understand why he was so angry. But now I was in a dream, and the person in front of me was not real Osborn, so I could boldly tell the truth, "I have told you, he is my brother. How can I fall in love with my brother? And even if he is not my brother, I will not like him. I want a mate as devoted as my father and Sanford, not a man as promiscuous as Osborn."
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